““I’m afraid I have a confession to make,” he blurted, looking out over the assembly of cops and agents. “There is another way into the cathedral.” The FBI HRT commander, Oakley, stepped forward to handle this himself. “Tell us about it, Mr. Nardy,” he said. The old man was seated in a swivel chair and handed a coffee. “The reason I didn’t say anything before was, well, it’s kind of a secret. Kind of embarrassing for the church, too. The only reason I’m even here is that Father M...iller, the priest who was just shot, was a friend of mine, and well, I have your word that it won’t get out? The passageway?” “Of course,” Oakley said immediately. “Where’s the way in, Mr. Nardy?” “From the Rockefeller Center concourse,” the caretaker said. “There’s a passage that cuts under Fifth into a, um, bomb shelter. Back in the sixties, Cardinal Spellman, God rest his soul, got quite, I guess the word is paranoid, after the Bay of Pigs incident.MoreLessRead More Read Less
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